Reverie of Light
by James Coburn
Trickling down eyes
of Parisian gargoyles protecting mirth,
tears are caught by swallows
lifted by storms crossing to Bangladesh
in search of peace.
Stars fall as the voice
of enlightenment is ignored
by footsteps imprinting the land.
A broken spirit refuses to see
the lifting of the sun.
Brightness of soul is delivered
by the heavens, but souls of darkness
leave a torn page never inscribed with meaning,
except in blood.
A cafe of innocents ascend in spirit
above putrid thought left below.
Hatred spits at a golden gate,
sealing its own fate, closed off forever
within its own self.
I will not wear this cloak.
There is no laughter from the creator of life.
A fatal illusion marks the silence,
a lie never to enter the illumination
of spirit traversing the storm.
Peace fills the land, lifted by swallows
across the earth.
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